He’s the investor and owner of the clinic, just spent the last of his inheritance on the neon sign you see out front. With accounting glasses and a head for numbers, he look the part by wearing tailored suits that always seem disheveled. Prone to sudden heart attacks.

The receptionist for the clinic. A nerdy looking girl with long brown hair and hand me down glasses. She’s a little heavy set, but hides that fact with the enormous raver clothes that she wears. She’s the only one in the clinic that doesn’t smoke, but has a propensity for candy.

The nanny for Dexter and Mother Plant. He’s a short skinny hill billie that only works for weed. He’s always shirtless and wears blue Jean overalls. He is a living descendant of D Ray White and convinced he’s black as he was adopted.

She has country girl appeal with daisy dukes and a tight revealing shirt. Fitted in bobby socks with blue stripes, she always leaning over to show off her cleavage. Notorious for getting hickies, she makes out with any and all criminals. If you’ve been in jail, she’s in to you.

A lanky hippie with dreadlocks that fit the part. Always in a hooded sweatshirt, he’s the master grower of this operation. Much like Flavor Flav, he wears a clock as a necklace that is set at 4:20 all day, every day. A bit of a recluse, he has a Dr. Frankenstein eccentricity about him.

With a vine like body of green limbs, she’s the marijuana plant version of a 30 something woman. Weed leaves cover her private parts like she Eve from the Bible. Her eyes are golden buds that glisten in the light.

He looks like a Latino version of Fat Albert. An undocumented worker, fitted with a standard issue white button up shirt and blue slacks. Much like Batman, he carries his security badge, taser, and steering wheel on his belt.

A bleach blonde bombshell, she’s covered in tattoos. She has a distinct pin-up girl feel. Maybe even a platinum version of Betty Page. She loves to get new ink and if you have ever made out with her, you might be her next tattoo.